You're Mine

I was told not to write this post. So obviously, I'm writing this post. My Mister Cutie Boy, while loving the fact that I wrote about him in the first place, he tried telling me I couldn't write about him again. So I'm breaking his rules and writing again!

For the newcomers, I recently moved from Cape Cod to this little North Carolina country town. During high school I didn't talk to people much and I aways dated boys outside of my school. I figured it'd saved a little drama, it didn't. But that's another story. Anyway, because of this I never cared much about my appearance. Yeah, some days I'd dress up but I had a habit of wearing over sized hoodies to school and refusing to show any sort of a figure. I never figured any one in my high school had any sort of interest in me, no one showed it at least. About a month ago, that changed.

I started talking to Boy and he told me he had a crush on me since my junior year, his sophomore. I was quite surprised, seeing as we weren't exactly in the same social circles and he was the hottest guy in school. I'm talking drop dead gorgeous. Hot enough to make you want to rape him the second he was within your eyesight. I'm not exactly the cutest one in the bunch, I honestly thought he was joking at first. But we began talking almost everyday. First by Facebook, then by text when I finally agreed to give him my number. Now, we have almost daily Skype dates. I have to admit, it's pretty great.